Cloudy skies sing the loveliest of songs

Making music with tears all night long

Rolling hums come in on grey puffs of breath,

The kind that exhale at the moment of death.

So painful the screams, the way thunder rolls

That they picture the scenes, the departure of souls

Because when it strikes it leaves a mark

It scorches the earth with a powerful hark

The tangle of sky breaking upon earth

The flying of fists taking their course

Cloudy skies sing the loveliest of songs

Pain echoing the earth all night long

Somewhere so lovely, chilled, and dark

A halestorm makes its loveless remark

Banging its drums so forcefully it breaks

A little mountain with no more courage to take

Because mountains can be moved not only with love

But with a familial hate only from above

And when that tempest begins to roll in

Even the most brilliant of skies will begin to dim

Cloudy skies sing the loveliest of songs

They break and they burn all night long

They bring fear to the darkness

And they feed off of hate

Not of hate for their earth, but of what it will take

For a storm is a cycle and one that is easy to see

But so much harder to stop, and harder to flee

Because we flee from ourselves and the ripples we make

We flee from love, and a life impossible to take

And so the calmest of seas can be torn upon and apart

And the storms all above them cool the rarest of hearts

And so those oceans of sadness and mountains of fear

Grow into stinging clouds of hate, bitter and severe

For every home reduced to rubble, every damned tremble

Every ocean and land, and mountain that shall crumble

For every little broken thing, a victim since they were born

For every thing that is shattered, a victim of storm

The cloudy skies that have burned you, burned you with their tears

I beg of you to see, they have kept ahold of their fears

Every storm that has struck, was once a calm wave

Every ocean of thought, will be a storm someday

So do not hold back your pain, do not hold back the fear

But do not let it drown you, do not stray so near

To that tempest which has hurt you, the loveliest of song

The drumming of fists that scream all night long

For the moment you let pain become hate

The moment the ocean lets fear become it's fate

The moment you forget what you are

Strength and courage, reaching up ever so far

The strength of a mountain, resonant and strong

That stands testament to the truth of what is right, and what is wrong

The moment that calm waters lose faith in themselves

That giver of courage, a relief from their darkness, the chaos of hell

A calm from the storms that follow the weak

A soft little hand, to wipe the tears from their cheeks

The moment you forget that you have weathered the storm

That you have survived a darkness, and come out transformed

For fear is okay,

But hate has a way

Of poisoning the waters of the quietest bay

And so that moment you forget, the moment you give in

You’ve fallen victim not to a tempest, but to the greatest of sins

Of repeating the past, of drowning in fear
Do not forget what you are, do not forget to hear

Do not forget to remember, that loveliest of song

The one that storms sing in their pain, all night long

Because yes, cloudy skies sing the loveliest of songs

But they are songs of darkness, of pain and regret

They are songs of fear and sadness, and are not meant to be duets

They are too weak and weary, downtrodden from life

To hold onto their past, their loneliness and strife

And so they crash upon your shores

They weather away your peaks

They cry and they beg, they want nothing but your defeat

So do not let yourself grow so cold

Do not drown in another’s rain, do not let your waves go uncontrolled

For the waves become chaos, violence, and fear

And your pain will become another’s to bare

And the salt water will sting your eyes, take away your vision, make you go blind

And so you will never see what you’ve become

And if you ever do, you will be too far gone

I beg of you my dear,

hold onto what you are

But let go of your past,

let the grey skies fade until they are so very far

For I can hear the hums, they are still quiet now

But trust me when I say, even now they grow loud

Angry oceans sing the loveliest of songs

They forget who they are, they forget that once they were strong

They fancy their fear, they court their demise

They toy with their music, they write their reprise

And perhaps they forgot to listen, or perhaps it was the wrong song they heard

Perhaps the melody was enticing, or perhaps it was just too cold

Too cold was their heart, too cold was their mind

The scars were too much, the past weighed on their time

The skies and the storms, they never grew dim

Only was the light, that they took from within

And so the strongest of mountains, grew weak and afraid

And their storm never left, not the one that they made

And so the gentlest of oceans, grew bitter and fierce

And their cries of desperation, all night did they peirce

Time and time again, that saving voice goes unremembered

And they fall in love with hate, a call once tendered

And what once was a warning cry, a song of longing caution

Becomes another broken voice in the chorus of those forgotten

Broken souls sing the saddest of songs

Making music with fear, all life long...